Date: Mon, 17 Apr 2017 17:44:17 +0200
From: Richard Johnson
Subject: Tommy becomes Mr Johnson's new teenage slutboy- part 2
Tommy becomes Mr Johnson's new teenage slutboy- part 2 (M/T, Auth, Anal,
Oral, WS, BD)
All characters depicted are of legal age and this story is solely for the
enjoyment of adults who can tell the difference between online fantasy and
real-world rape. I hope you enjoy.
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Tommy spent the evening in a daze trying to figure out what he thought
about the situation he found himself in. Over dinner he was so withdrawn
and distracted that his Mom asked if he was feeling ill. Tommy took
advantage of the excuse, saying he had a bit of a stomach ache and maybe it
would be best if he just went to bed early. Lying in bed he went over in
his head everything which had happened since he got home from school, how
his neighbour Mr Johnson had caught him using a dildo and how he'd agreed
to become Mr Johnson's sex slave in exchange for his silence. Tommy's five
inch dick was hard as he remembered how Mr Johnson had brutally fucked his
virgin mouth and ass. Putting a hand down his pyjama bottoms he felt his
bruised and puffy ass-lips and a bit of Mr Johnson's cum still oozing out
of his hole.
After a restless night sleep and a distracted day at school Tommy found
himself on the bus home again. He'd thought it all over and decided he had
no choice but to keep to his agreement with Mr Johnson. How could he
explain to his parents that video of him using the dildo? How could he
prove that he hadn't agreed to have sex with Mr Johnson voluntarily? If
they found out he was gay they would throw him out for sure! No, he was
just going to have to go through with it.
He walked home and knocked cautiously on the back door of Mr Johnson's
house. For about a minute nothing happened and Tommy began to wonder if Mr
Johnson had gone out... maybe he'd even imagined what had happened
yesterday? It all seemed a bit dream-like, after all. Suddenly the door
flew open and there stood Mr Johnson. He was a big man, a good foot taller
than Tommy and his button-down shirt stretched tight over a beer gut and
barrel chest. Grabbing Tommy forcefully by the arm and pulling him into the
house Mr Johnson commanded `Get in here bitch, it's time to continue your
training!'. Mr Johnson pulled Tommy into the kitchen `Right, get those
fucking clothes off, when you're on my property I want you naked at all
times!'. As Tommy pulled off his jeans and T-shirt (he'd decided not to
bother with underwear) Mr Johnson told him `Yesterday you got your first
taste of being my cocksucker and fuck-hole, today you're going to learn how
to be my urinal. By the time I'm done with you you'll be taking all my piss
and you'll fucking thank me for the gift!'. Tommy was shocked. OK, he'd
fantasised about getting fucked and sucking cock, but not this! Drinking
another man's piss! that was just disgusting!... wasn't it?
Tommy wasn't going to have a choice in the matter. Mr Johnson grabbed the
now-naked boy by the neck and pushed him to his knees on the tiled floor.
Reaching into his fly Mr Johnson pulled out his thick half-hard cock and,
seizing the back of Tommy's head, forced him onto it. `Don't you fucking
spill a drop of this, bitch' he growled. The fat, veined, cock filled the
teenager's mouth. Tommy just had time to notice the taste of old sweat on
the head before a new taste replaced it as Mr Johnson unleashed his flow of
piss. Tommy tried to pull back but he was held firmly in place. He tried to
avoid swallowing as long as possible but with Mr Johnson firmly holding the
back of his head and the flow continuing he didn't have much option. It
didn't taste as bad as he had imagined... salty and a bit weird, but not
really unpleasant. Tommy didn't have time to savour the taste for very
long, he had noticed some empty beer bottles on the kitchen counter and the
flow of beer piss came fast and strong. Soon Tommy was taking big gulps of
piss down his throat, struggling desperately to swallow the piss as quickly
as his master produced it. He couldn't keep up and he could feel piss
leaking out of the corners of his mouth, dribbling down his smooth chest,
soaking through the clump of hairs above his cock and dripping down onto
the floor.
The flow slowed and suddenly Tommy found himself in pain sprawled on the
kitchen floor. Mr Johnson had dealt him a vicious back-hand blow to the
cheek, knocking him backwards onto the floor. `What the fuck did I tell you
bitch?! Don't you fucking dare spill my piss! Who the fuck do you think you
are?! You should be grateful I let a snivelling little bitch like you drink
my piss, now get down and lick it up!'.
Tommy was stunned by the blow, the side of his face really hurt! He sat on
the floor insensate for a moment, the piss cooling on his skin. `Do I have
to tell you twice faggot?!' his master shouted, grabbing Tommy by the hair
and pushing his face down into the pool of yellow piss spreading slowly
across the floor tiles. With no alternative, Tommy put his lips to the
floor and began to suck up the cold piss, working his way gradually across
the floor. Feeling the hard, cold tiles under his knees and with the acrid
taste of piss filling his mouth Tommy felt utterly embarrassed and
humiliated... but also really horny, his cock achingly hard. Why the hell
was he getting turned on being treated like this?
Tommy spent about ten minutes on his knees licking up his master's piss,
paying particular attention to getting into all the gaps between the floor
tiles. `Right, that'll do bitch' his master commanded, pulling Tommy to his
knees. Tommy wondered how the scene would look if some stranger were to
look through the kitchen window right now... the slim teenage boy, naked in
front of the big burly man, the boy's cock rigid and pointing straight at
the ceiling, piss dripping slowly from his chin. `Yeah, just look at your
little faggot cock' said Mr Johnson, `you fucking love this shit!'. `I knew
you were a bitch as soon as I saw you! I should have just raped your tight
little hole as soon as you moved in next door!'.
`Right, ready for your next lesson, cunt? Get your ass upstairs!' he
commanded, grabbing Tommy and shoving him forwards in front of him. The
smooth pale lobes of the boy's ass rubbed invitingly against each other as
he climbed the stairs. Mr Johnson pushed Tommy into the bathroom and
grabbed the belt from a dressing gown hanging behind the door. Swiftly
tying an end around one of Tommy's wrists his master passed the other end
over the shower rail before attaching it to Tommy's other wrist. In no time
at all Tommy found himself bound with both arms stretched tight above his
head. He felt exposed and vulnerable hanging there naked and at his
master's mercy.
Mr Johnson inspected the trussed-up teen, noting the little bush of hair
above his cock and balls and the tuft in each armpit. `From now on I don't
want to find a hair on you below the neck. When you come to my door I want
you shaved and smooth as the day you were born!'. Mr Johnson grabbed an
electric shaver from the shelf and took it to Tommy's cock and balls. Tommy
watched as his bush fell away into a small pile of curly hairs on the
floor. Just a few years before he had been immensely proud of the arrival
of those hairs but soon he found himself as hairless as a four year
old. His armpits and legs received the same treatment; his chest and ass
were inspected closely but his master couldn't find any hairs which needed
removing. Mr Johnson followed the shaver with a cut-throat razor to remove
the fine stubble left behind. The razor tickled as it scratched across
Tommy's skin and Tommy couldn't help squirming a little as he hung
there. `If you don't stop moving I'm going to cut your fucking balls off!'
Mr Johnson shouted. `Is that what you want, bitch? You want me to geld you?
Want me to make a woman of you?' Tommy stayed very still after that!
Finishing his task Mr Johnson untied Tommy and admired his handywork, the
boy was smooth and from his eyebrows to the floor.
Mr Johnson dragged Tommy into the bedroom, bending him over the side of the
bed `Now for what you really want!'. In no time at all Tommy felt Mr.
Johnson's big hard cock poking at his hole. Tommy cried out in pain as Mr
Johnson forced the full length of his cock inside him in one thrust. He had
followed his master's instructions and lubed his hole with vaseline before
leaving home but that didn't seem to have made it any easier for his tight
hole to accommodate his master's thick meat. `Yeah, shout all you want
bitch, ain't nobody can hear you here!' responded Mr Johnson. Mr Johnson
began fucking Tommy with short sharp thrusts, pulling out a few inches and
then pushing back in with all his might. He was a big heavy guy and under
that gut there were some solid muscles so each thrust made Tommy think he
was going to burst. His master's cock was very thick and Tommy's hole was
still virgin-tight, gripping the big dick in a vice-like grip. Tommy
couldn't help crying out in pain with each thrust. `I fucking LOVE it when
bitches cry from the feel of my cock inside them... makes me fucking hard!
makes me want to fuck them even harder!' exclaimed Mr Johnson. `Nothing
beats a tight teenage ass-pussy clinging to my cock!'.
Mr Johnson began pulling out until just the tip of his cock remained inside
Tommy's butt before driving in his full length in one smooth movement. He
put his full weight on Tommy, crushing him down into the soft mattress.
Tommy cried out even louder under this brutal treatment, moaning and
writhing with every thrust.
`Yeah bitch, I fucking love pounding your faggot ass!'
`You were made to be a whore for real men!'
`Your only point in life now is to be the hole that I pump my cum into!'
`My cock in your ass is all you need, all you deserve!'
Tommy couldn't believe how horny he was feeling under this treatment. His
butt hadn't recovered from the pounding it received yesterday and today's
fucking was even more brutal. He was in considerable pain and his hole felt
battered and bruised; he wasn't sure it would ever be the same again. And
yet he was sooo turned on! He loved that this manly man was getting
pleasure from his body. He loved the naughty, dirty feeling of doing these
outrageous things and being talked to in this degrading way. He loved
acting like a slutty whore for this man, this real man.
Tommy began to get used to the pain of being fucked. He loved the pain! He
loved being fucked! He stopped trying to wriggle out from under his abuser
and began to moan in pleasure.
`That's it bitch! I told you that you would learn to love it when I fuck
you!'
`Not long now, cunt!'
`I'm going to give you just what you want!'
`I'm going to fill your cunt till it's overflowing with my seed!'
With a few more deep thrusts Mr Johnson buried his cock balls-deep in
Tommy's tight little butt.
`Yeah, bitch!'
Tommy felt his master's cock pulse wildly as it unloaded deep in his
ass. Mr Johnson collapsed on his back, crushing Tommy's slender frame with
his weight. Tommy felt his master's hard cock begin to soften and after a
few moments his master lifted himself up. Tommy felt a warm, wet feeling as
a river of cum leaked out down his leg. `Right bitch, I'm going to have a
shower. Get the fuck out of my house. I'll see you tomorrow, don't be
late'.
Tommy knew from last time that he wasn't allowed to cum or clean up his
master's cum till he got home so he pulled his jeans up over his sticky
legs and engorged cock. As he walked squelching home across the garden he
wondered what new depravities his master would have in store for tomorrow.